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Farewell to Marrellomorpha
Soft parts ever degrade
The candle in your hand: ammorza
Allow that glimmer to fade
Those bladed helmets on their heads may seem to scorn the threat of every shock
But demon masks are fragile tissue only
Their turning paddle-limbs are but a dream that’s sessile now within the rock
Antennae sense no current of the lonely sea
the sea inoccultabile
vecchia agerasia
for all but itself, the sea
The fog on the Lagerstätten
Obscures the record from view
These spines could align or threaten
The cold shale never knew
No clinging epibiont sponge could hide a body half as well as time
Will hide the hexagon of our lives
The splendid agile-swimming hordes beside the sharp-shelled crawlers all will climb
Above the waves between contorted thriving pines
the pines inoccultabili
giovane iremía
tomb-rooted wood, the pines
Farewell to Marrellomorpha
Shroud-lorn teeming clade
Conserved and recurved con forza
Softness never unmade
Farewell
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2. |
Wingspan
04:54
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Have you forgotten that vast and delicate wingspan
It's been so long but
Once they gathered in scores above the horizon
There's nothing now that calls for adoration
The clouds are drifting in and
Such a sky is not for flying
We should not disturb the air
All that belongs there is precipitation
Falling down
Falling down
Does stifled stirring still charge that skeletal vestige
It's been so long but
Once we gathered in scores for love of their traces
The time has come and gone for consortation
The clouds are drifting in so
Let that sky be free and barren
I don't want to disturb the air
All that belongs there is precipitation
Falling down
Falling down
Will you remember that vanished elegant wingspan
It's been so long but
Once their gatherings scored the clay of the heavens
We're far too late to join in their migration
The clouds are drifting in so
Leave the sky its lifeless beauty
Leave in peace the exhausted air
All that belongs there is precipitation
Falling down
Falling down
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Aula
04:01
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We never knew the ones who betrayed us
In the aula of the unsaid
We built a temple to each other
But dedicated it to falling instead
And all of us were licking wounds
And all of us were shattered bells
And all of us brought ruination to the altar
and i’m here to seek an audience
with the tenant of this hall
i can wait i’ve waited before
and i’m sure that i’ll survive
i think that i had a warning for you
what it was i can’t recall
yeah of course i used to live here, i lived here
longer than you’ve been alive
Still we were beaming all the while
The garlands down the longest aisle
The night-illumined hypostyle
Was not a home but nearly one
Our hearts converged on one design
Interiority divine
The lucent windows, wooden shrine,
Our aula's solace dearly won
We put our faith in the foundations
Aula fortis et formosa
We wouldn’t turn out like the others
Dissipated in the splinters of law
And all this time above the gash
And all this time the dull alarm
And all this time the fruit decaying on the altar
but that was long ago, you know
and it all looked different then
scarcely can i recognize
the shape of our old hall
what happened to us will happen to you
thanks for having me over again
i don’t think much of what you’ve done with the place
but then i don’t think much at all
We let our trust wilt into silence
And from the aula turned away
We knew there’d never be another
But there was something more we needed to say
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4. |
Summer star
02:06
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He was a summer star
The taste of azucar
that’s not exactly accurate, he was dull and cruel and ordinary,
and i never quite identified that taste
He was a searching light
Harsh as the blazing night
i don’t know why i said that, he was only trying to help me,
we were both just lonely wretchedly erased
Take my throat and tear it open, please
I don’t want to talk about it anymore
Let it spill until the night is cold again
I don’t wanna see my summer star
He burned my tender lung
That keen quicksilver tongue
that’s not exactly accurate, his words were soft and mumbled so
i don’t know why i said that, when i could have just said nothing
it was far too long ago to have emotional precision
on that summer and the stars and all the waste.
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Bridges
06:40
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Wait
We will stop at the tracks
We will watch as the engine and its weight goes by
Here
At the peak of the bridge
O’er the quiet canal
‘Neath the quiet sky
They dug this furrow long ago
So the turtles could quench their thirst
It’s just a lacuna now, i know
But it bore meaning first
And
If we follow the trench
To its natural end at the river’s border
Hear
Though the waterway’s wide
With travail it is crossed
And again it is crossed
And in sequence is crossed in a mundane order
These spans may fall beneath the strain
Into the channel that once we cursed
But we know, and known it will remain,
That these waters can be traversed
Looking down
The river’s pacing
Slower now
Than at the dawn
Forsake thy crown
The river’s pacing
Why and how
Did you put it on
How many bridges will you rip asunder o lord
How many more
How many partings till your final wondrous farewell
How many more
Fall
From the condescent grace
To be caught by the light of the /peɪləɹeɪz/
Take
As a given the height
And the rushing embrace of the missing days
The glow is a lattice, ably made
With the bound of the long-immersed
It might not be colder in the shade
But nothing in the set is worst
The road
Stretches away
All will be saved
By the void surrounding
The hills
Rise away tall
Beneath and upon
The verdure abounding
I’m thankful that we trod
On the image of our queen
Her blessing bears no meaning on the road
The worm
Thrashes its last
Severed in half
By the self propelled
The ants
Nip at its blood
They’re rapid and un-
Mercifully compelled
But it doesn’t take a god
To complete the gory scene
The wound was from the wound that was the road (the masterless road)
Up above
The moon is quartered
By the gate
Of heaven’s throne
Forsake thy love
The moon is quartered
It’s too late
To be alone
How many bridges will you rip asunder o lord
How many more
How many partings till your final wondrous farewell
How many more
Back
At the side of the tracks
It has all passed along to the morning distance
Time
To continue the climb
Leave the quiet canal to its own existence
They cut this pathway long ago
So the turtles could find their rest
The heat gives way to the scent of snow
We are free from all that’s blessed
All around
The river’s pacing
Slower now
Than at the dawn
Not a sound
The river’s pacing
Never bow
To what is gone
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She's somewhere else
04:14
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She’s somewhere else
Bitter vantage
She’s somewhere else
Everyone’s allotted fifty revelations in her life, but she only got one
If she’d only had the gift of lamentations, then the stifling could be undone
If she remembers a thing, she remembers the way that the joyousness felt
So she thinks she remembers a thing, but the thing is the way that she’s somewhere else
She’s somewhere else
Pity routing
She’s somewhere else
Her remembered her is on the hill at noon among the mists that burned away
But presently she’ll take a bitter pill and soon all that persists will start to fray
Her mistake isn’t much, she’s mistaken the touch of the breeze for herself
So she promises to take a new path, but the path is the way that she’s somewhere else
She’s somewhere else
Bitten armor
She’s somewhere else
…Upon her fingers is the taste of bark
…In silence lingers that embrace, now mark
My words: after the water is crossed, in the water is lost the remembrance that fell
Speak now what her endeavor should be, unless it is to weigh that she’s somewhere else
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My eye-tooth love
02:12
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My eye-tooth love, your skull is small
It’s small enough to slip between
The gears and out from this machine
But blades, honed fine, will find us all
They’ll wield and twist and coat with blood
The fragments that remain
So i pray our bones will turn to dust
No trace of all our wrath and lust
When Lethe takes the final scrap of rust
I will still have shared this eon with you
My eye-tooth love, the silt will fall
No silence promised anymore
For those who drown in sight of shore
The world is wide, and time is tall
And though your touch is leagues away
Our present is the same
But i pray our bones will turn to dust
No trace of any wrath or lust
When Lethe takes the final scrap of rust
I will still have shared this eon with you
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